Nobody near me here, but rats, and they are fine stealthy secret fellows.

Mr. Tulkinghorn, sitting in the twilight by the open window, enjoys his wine. As if it whispered to him of its fifty years of silence and seclusion, it shuts him up the closer. More impenetrable than ever, he sits, and drinks, and mellows as it were in secrecy, pondering at that twilight hour on all the mysteries he knows.

Her contempt for me was so strong, that it became infectious, and I caught it.

If a pig could give his mind to anything, he would not be a pig.

And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round!

Such is hope, heaven's own gift to struggling mortals, pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things both good and bad.

Lawyers hold that there are two kinds of particularly bad witnesses--a reluctant witness, and a too-willing witness.